Apparently, I am my truth, I've let go of freedom, so now, I guess I'm just watching,

What he does next, where my body goes,

It just follows the energy, I'm not,

An architect, or anything, but my truth,

Is many things, it drops, to the depths,

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Of hell, it, understands heaven,

My mind, has explored,

Many ideas, but, my character,

Is just, a nerdy, Asian dude,

My myth, is even grander,

But no one, quite knows you,

Not like that, your connection,

With the old gods, everyone,

Knows god, in their own way,

Me, I was built, to obey,

I know, within, the grand line,

Called righteousness, heaven,

Still awaits, I yearn, to make mistakes,

But life, never quite, flows that way,

One day, I wish, with all my heart,

To see what’s next,

Or maybe, this is,

All there is, maybe,

I’m just, a poor poet.